So you’re here again.
That shroud of sadness hovers around, clouding your perspective and your mood. There are some things I want you to know:
You didn’t choose this.
It’s not that you’re not exercising enough or not scrawling out enough gratitude lists or getting enough Vitamin D. Those things all help. But depression isn’t your fault. It’s something you get, like the flu, something that chooses you. I can’t remind you of this enough, because self-blame is part of the package of depression, so here it is again: You didn’t choose this.
This won’t last forever.
When you’re in it, it feels like things can only stay the same or get even worse. And yet it will pass. Like much of life, you can’t know the exact time stamp of the day you’ll wake up and realise, wow, I don’t feel like sh*t anymore. But I promise that day will come, and you’ll return to yourself.
Admit that you can’t think your way out of this. Give up trying to think your way out of depression. Your ailing brain cannot fix your ailing brain.
How to look after your mind. (Post continues after video.)
You are not your depression.
Yes, right now it feels like it defines you, like it’s sunk down into your bones, seeped into the deepest parts of you. This is one of the lies depression tells. Depression has nothing to do with your essence. With your light. With the parts of you that are all love and spark. It blots those parts out, but they are there underneath, waiting to shine again when the depression lifts.